I had to have bloodwork this morning, so it was no coffee for me. Yeesh. I need coffee by IV when I wake up. Someone once said writers have java in their veins instead of blood (with Hemingway and Fitzgerald, it was booze), so maybe my test will come back with a high caffeine rating.
Our sunny weather has flown. Oh, well. It seemed way odd to be wearing a coat on the fourth of June. The Dixie climate will probably be an adjustment. I’m so looking forward to hanging out with my Confederate cousins and I’ll be spending my birthday on the Wilderness and Spotsylvania battlegrounds. The anniversary of Dad’s death is June 11–I’ll be at Gettysburg that day.
I’ve been making lists, hoping not to forget anything. I’m mostly packed, but there’s always that one thing…
I’m taking my laptop along, forgive me if I’m repeating myself, and if I can’t blog on that, I’ll use the hotel system, the way I did in London. The posts are likely to show up at odd hours, though, because most days, the tour bus leaves the hotel VERY early. It’s my hope to share at least the highlights of the trip with you along the way.
Guess I’d better go. There are still a lot of things on that darn list!